The spicy fragrance of the skies
Falls through the night air on my soul,
From depths where constellations rise,
From depths where suns unnumbered roll:
From star-laid strata—star o'er star
Where God's great lanterns swing and sway,
Behind the "Gates of Light" ajar;
Behind the Barrier of the Day:
And swing, and sway;—and flash their light
Through every crevice of the night.T. H.